4-way battle.

Kevin rolled his eyes as he watched the newly-angered opponent coming towards him. At least the other scary lady isn't attacking me. What to do....He looked down at the sandy arena ground. He slid his foot silently, watching the dust.
As his opponent drew closer, he made a quick motion with his hand, making the whip hit the ground directly in front of him. The impact caused a massive amount of sand to fly around, acting like a smoke bomb of some sort.
He acted quickly and drew his dagger again. Promising himself this was the last bit of magic he'd use, he sent a strong wind towards his opponent, causing a massive sandstorm. he quickly dashed out of the commotion, keeping his back on the arena wall. His eyes searched for another opportunity to attack.

Seeing the dust storm appear from the ground, Tiduseya jumped. His slender legs tensed for only a moment as he rose above the mist. This maneuver was unexpected and seemed to put him at a disadvantage, but an attack from above should put his opponent in a state of confusion. Pulling his arms close to him, he decreased his drag and began to do a clockwise spin.

"1.....2....3...4..5!"

He counted the rotations quietly, making sure not lose focus of how he should land. The area in front of Kebin was soon replaced by Tiduseya's body. When his left foot softly landed on the dirt, he took the momentum he gained and swung his right heel towards Kebins Jaw. A destructive attack that even lived up to his speed. Purely circumstantial but the idea of a reverse round-house kick seemed like a good approach.

( No need, it doesn't matter much anymore.)

Shielding herself from the dust storm that was riled up, her heavy chains kissed together unwillingly and they protested loudly. Metal against metal, sounding off as the motion jerked them from right to left. Impressive, using the surrounding as a weapon. The momentum stopped, the chain dangled impatiently. Eyes shut, she allowed the sand blew pass her.

Moving a few steps away, she observed from afar through squinted eyes. The interesting boy now with his back against the wall with an angered boy approaching fast from above, it's interesting how two hunters preying for the same thing is now preying each other. And for what? Pride. Or perhaps, it's just the nature of men. Sexism, to her, was not a bad thing. It didn't matter to her. No one looks down on her just because she's female, and if they did, she'll show them who's really on the bottom with gazes looking down. No one would dare put her down, she'll slice their tongues off. Watching these young men go at it with their exotic skills, it was like watching a ballet with the light-weighted dancers flying in the air like birds, even though they are still only human. It's amazing how these boys' movements fluttered, some were flawlessly executed.

The spin the other boy had pulled off was beautiful. Not a motion was off, otherwise it wouldn't have worked as well as it would have. The speed, the landing, and the launch. Her eyes caught it all and she felt like an animator, watching the animation frame by frame. She was a demon who specialized in spying, although those weren't strong points. The thoughts of what she escaped sicken her as she took another few steps back, sharpening her senses with the now opponent-less boy just a few good feet away from her. She wanted to watch the battle, but being in the battlefield itself, she knew far too well than to be concentrating on one thing and one thing only. In the field, you either target or become the target.

With two of his opponents fighting each other behind a veil of sand, Ronen turned his attention towards the scarlet dressed woman. "I don't think that you're here just for a good view of the fight," he began, "And those chains... Weapons, perhaps? I highly doubt that they are just for show." He threw the knife into the ground at her feet as if to challenge her. His left foot forward, sword firmly gripped in both hands at his right, Ronen was ready for whatever surprize that may be thrown at him, "Come, let's get this over with!"

She smiled an empty smile and turned her head to respond to the boy, "Actually, I am." Her body adjusted and faced him. Her arms rise slowly in front of her, staring at the chains as they dangled their weight softly about.

"Weapons?" A tone of enlightenment coated the word. "I never saw them that way. Their main purpose was to restrain." Her voice was calmly cool with a hint of tease following closely with amused golden eyes, her head tilted towards the left a bit with the sentence. The flow of her white bangs fell towards her bared shoulder. Her lips curved beautifully into smile that held no emotion, how shall she take this boy? He was, after all, the prey of that other boy with strange armor.

"What's the rush?" she asked, bringing her arms close to her body once more. Tucking one hand underneath her arm and the other resting on her jawline, tilting her head towards the other side as she questions him. "Fighting is like feasting. You must savor every last drop and waste nothing."

Kevin saw a figure emerging from the top of the sand, which was obviously his opponent. He gripped his whip tightly as the figure spun towards him. He stood calmly as the figure landed in front of him. He didn't know what would happen for a second, until his opponent's foot sped toward his face. By the speed of the kick, if he dodged it the kick would hit the wall, possibly making a hole.
Kevin thought fast, and when it was just millimeters from his face he ducked and rolled to his left. A hole in the wall was made, so he assumed his opponent's leg was stuck, at least for a moment. He quickly took a dagger, and threw it and his opponent's jammed leg. He then caused up another sandstorm, for if sand got into the wound, it would make it worse, No? He also used this to make a quick escape to the other side of the arena, where he watched the woman and the other boy.

OOC: Sorry for taking so long...

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Ronen was confused as to why one would need to be bound by chains that seemed of such great weight, but more confused as to the reason that one who stands in the center of an arena would not fight. "I suppose you have your reasons, but I cannot trust one on the field of batt-" Ronen heard a small crash in the background as he was speaking. He turned and vaguely saw what he thought to be one of his attackers fleeing from the sand. He turned back towards the woman, "As much as I enjoy a good conversation, I've got to get over there and take care of an unfinished fight." Believing that she would not be much of a threat at that time, Ronen started towards the one whom had attacked him from behind.

Magic seemed to be one of the streignths of this fighter, so Ronen began thinking of a few spells that could possibly counter his, although, it would be less effective as he could only use them by focusing magic into his blade. "Now, I believe we have a fight to finish," he called out, "When one interupts my battles, I do not take it lightly. If you worship any higher deities, I suggest you start praying." Ronen took one of the knives from his belt and threw it in the direction of his target and charged forward, sword gripped tightly in his hands.

I small pain inched its way into Tiduseya's mind. The crater he caused began to fall apart, the audience slowly backed up so they would not fall into the arena themselves. No matter how hard he squinted, he couldn't see the item embedded in his leg. As the dust cleared, the warrior finally saw what was aggravating his most prized asset. A dusty knife stood firmly in his calf, but only a small portion of blood trickled from the wound.

"Blood?"

He asked himself, then lost his grin. The untouchable speed he reassured himself with was gone. He had lost his focus during the attack and did not follow through, causing the destructive force to only break through half of the wall. This knowledge manifested an even older emotion in Tiduseya. Fear. He hadn't been hit with a successful attack in so long that he forgot the feeling of physical pain.

"Like an old friend........you're back........and just as vibrant as ever!"

Quite the contrast to how he would've felt, an even larger smile grew on his face. He reached over to the weapon and plucked it out of his leg, the very tip of it was dripping with crimson life. The fear that he felt became nostalgia, once a certain memory arose from his heart; his first battle. The panic, the anxiety...........the excitement!

"As long as this blood flows, I'll keep coming back!"

He announced loudly, ripping his leg from the hole he created. Tiduseya hastely turnd towards the rest of his opponents, letting go of the pride he held on to. All his Body and Soul ached for was the hysteria of battle! The Knights Blitz may have allowed for a good defense, but the style was not comfortable or fast enough for him now. He'll have to abandon his defense, and go into an all out offense; Berserker's Rush!

Like the name hinted, Tiduseya burst forward, leaving a furious smoke trail behind him. The target he aimed for was no longer specified, but instead he would now go for any who crossed his path. The first victim to this new wrath was..........

The demonic woman chuckled lightly as she watched her ex-opponent's movement. Beautiful form, but much work could be done to make it better. Turning and tasting the words that were spoken, her mind turned like gears, digesting it slowly like a delicious meal. Reasons, there was none. The chains weren't consensual, they bind and restricts her of many privileges, but they come with some protection on their own.

It would seem that she has gotten out of two fights with two opponents, lucky. At least now, she can stand back and enjoy the show, but if provoked, she won't hesitate like she did previously. The crowd goes wild, loving the fight so far, cheering and roaring loudly above. Their words individually drowned out when presented together in large. Both negative and positive.

Glimpsing upwards, she could see the blood lust in some of their eyes. Some had the lust of her blood, the woman's blood, and some wanted gore. Not just blood, but gore. Their rage, their frustration were all placed into their tone and words. So many stories in each of their eyes, so many tales to tell. They let fighters do the fighting for them, to slice an enemy's body part off, to grouch into the fleshy parts and paint the walls with the different shades of red.

Sigh.

While questioning the morals of the audiences, she lost focus of the battle and soon found herself a few feet from a wild ramming opponent. Eyes widened for a moment and was quickly replaced with determination as she stood her ground, brought her arms up to defend against any unseen weapons that he may be hiding. The dust he created caused her vision to blur, she was so into her thoughts that she almost forgot she was in a battlefield. Losing focus for a second had turned into a deadly undoing on her part. Gripping her fist tightly, she tried to ready herself in a short amount of time, hoping it was only impact and nothing special. The chains of her shackles dangled with violence. Protecting herself, one arm held high towards her face and the other was a bit lower to protect her abdomen.

Tiduseya continued foreward, but the sight of the opponent he was now attacking caused his focus to waver again. This woman was a very, very, old acquaintance of his. Since they're last encounter he had changed dramatically, but after being so close to her presence, he was instantly reminded of another time. A time where they had fought together as Allies, alongside so many others. A familiar scent came to notice as well, when he reached a grasping hand outward. It did not strike the woman, but instead reached for her dangling chains. Unknown to their weight, he decided to take one of two rodes; If they were to heavy for him to unbalance her, then he would use them as a lever to knee her in the torso. But if they were light enough, he would pull his old comrade down, and use this opportunity to attempt a much stronger technique.

Kebin raised his eyebrow slightly at his three opponents. "Heh, noone going for me?" He mumbled quietly. Nowing this was a great chance to try something like this, he conjured a baseball sized fireball in his palm. He knew perfectly well that whenever this hit something, it multiplied itself by two until it reached 16, but his opponents did not, as far as he knew. He quickly threw the fireball towards the opposite wall where a lady and the other two opponents stood and watched. A second later, he conjured up another sandstorm. His head spun. He knew using too much magic could damage him greatly, he promised himself not to use more of it. He waited and listened for any sign of damage.

A smile grew as her eyes hardens upon the view of her old acquaintance. He was still as soft as ever, and that was what she liked about him. He would never strike a woman in the face, nor will he disgrace himself and stab an opponent in the back, unless that was the only way to defeat that opponent. Her eyes shifted from him to his actions, that trick was not new to her. Many had used her chains as a weapon against her, and with growing experienced, she has learned to dealt with them. Will he teach her something new?

Rather the chains were heavy or light, it all depended on two factors. The owner and the force. If the force was strong enough, but the owner was not, the owner would be pulled forward. If the force was strong and so was the owner, the force would continue charging forward. If the force was weak and the owner was strong, then the owner could overtake the force. She felt her body jerked forward upon the sudden extra weight, her arms followed the movement as she quickly retaliates by grabbing a small portion of the chain in front of her and jerking her old comrade to the right. Fireballs from the magic boy had been launched, and being bounded, she could not run. If she could not run, then she'll used him as a shield. That was, if her strength was strong enough for a full 90 degrees.

Feeling the heat of the Fire to his right, Tiduseya quickly caught the ground with his legs. He locked his joints and tightened his muscles upon landing, breaking Chii's swing. The second before he lost momentum, he weighed the remaining force on his right heel and began pulling the opposite way of where he just came. His Comrade may have needed 90 degrees to block the incoming attack, but he decided to take a rougher route. It only took a moment for the woman's body to be lifted a few inches off the ground and removed from the infernos path. Tiduseya had swung Chii around 270 degrees, and hastely tossed her towards Kebin. The strength and energy it took to do this was a little more than expected, causing the tempo he was breathing at, to break. He began heaving deep lung fulls, this instance of relax might cost him dearly.

The knife passed merely inches behind the head of Ronen's opponent as he conjured a ball of fire and sent it in the direction of the combatant's near the center of the arena. Cursing his aim, Ronen slowed his run to a halt. It appeared that his opponent's over use of magic has caused him to lose focus of his surroundings. "It seems you has much to learn," Ronen said dissappointedly as his target vanished into another sandstorm, "But, now it's time I finish this." Focusing magic energy into his blade, Ronen ran into the sand. His sword now in flames, he striked at the faint silhouette of his target.

Letting her small frame get tossed, a chuckle escaped through her throat. Did he really think he would have tossed her that easily and get rid of her? Stopping her momentum by raising her arm and forcing a punch to the ground, she got rid of his physics on her body and with a graceful twist of her feet, she launched her light-weighted body towards her acquaintance. It has been so long since she sparred with this man. Let's see just how much he has improved during the time they were separated.

"Tsk tsk, never use more strength than its needed," she lectured as she griped her fists and tossed a punch at him. Although her chains were heavy, she had been accustomed to them and has learned to toss their weights to her advantage, causing more damage to her opponent. A cunning smile, her signature smile, appeared on her face like the moon rising to the sky. Slow and visible. How shall he respond? How shall she tease? An interesting battle has emerged.

"Damn!"

He gasped, the speed he threw her at was nothing compared to the speed she returned with. But the attack she used did not follow the same rythm. It was slow and easily avoided, which caused Chii's movement to be the real problem. The way a person dodges is to observe the speed at which something is coming and to remove yourself from it's trajectory before the point of impact. But this is only when both the attacker and the attack are following the same rythm. It sounds simple, but to a combat Veteran it's an amazing and complex skill to master.

Tiduseya had only met a few people that could perform this; his teacher, a select few Warriors from a past experience, and now Chii. The punch landed square in his chest, the crimson breast plate he wore silently cracked, and then shattered under the force. All the air was knocked from his lungs, and he became light-headed as he hit the ground. He regained breathing in only a moment, everything that just ocurred replaying in his eyes.

"Heh, you're always growing stronger...and I'm always trailing behind. Whenever you would turn and allow to surpass you, I was never able to. Even now."

He gently wrapped his left hand around her forearm and smiled. He quickly pulled himself up, hoping no attack would follow while he recovered. The remains of his armor crumbled off his chest revealing a scarred body. Most which were from his and Chii's earlier sparring years before.

"You once told me that without your chains you could match my speed. I'd like to take on that challenge."

He shot foreward, the distance between them was so short, an inhuman reaction would be needed to dodge.

"We can only grow as time goes on, until we are incapable of doing so," she replied, allowing him to pull himself up with the use of her mass. Although, she could knock him out at that moment, but what would be the fun of that? It had always been a proud thing of hers, the fact that she has no scars on her beautiful body. Not a single scar. Even with countless battles. She always took special care to her body. It had been said in her family that a woman cannot wed if she was scarred. Her mind giggled at the thought. It doesn't help the fact that her body is able to heal up small wounds completely.

Her train of thought broke as opponent launched forward. In that instant, out of reflex, she brought her other hand and swapped him across the face like a fly that had suddenly decided to be in her face. The movement was fast and sudden, even her mind didn't registered the action.

"You should know better than to do that," she commented as she turned her head away, frowning at the action she had to take out of her sub-conscious.

"And, you would have to wait in line," she grinned, closing her eyes as the wind blew while carrying some sands within the arena. "I believed I have already told you the story."

The story of her search. For someone who could removed those shackles that binds her for so many years. A demon such as herself does not age and cannot die by the hands of mortal or their weapons. Only something of pure jade could harm her. She is, after all, a Chinese demon. Her long search for that someone, whomever he or she may be, she was told that she would just know when she meets that person. That person is not in the arena.

Hopping a bit to do a back one-hand cart wheel, the movement was gentle and in one swoop. It was short and violent. The loose chains attached to her ankles swung in a straight line towards Tiduseya's face, but she figured he would be able to dodge them as her motion was slow compared to what he has been used to... with her, at least.

Tiduseya jumped back, the sting from his Friends smack left a more sentimental pain than a physical one. The same pain a young man in love feels when the woman he reaches for has denied him. A frown flashed across his face for only a second as he was reminded of the Shackle's History. But was replaced by a genuine smile as he dodged the attack sent towards him.

"I'll wait as long as I have to."

He once again dashed at Chii, taking on a new approach. When he was but a foot away he dropped to the ground in a sliding posture, aiming to break her balance. His left leg stood parallel with the ground while his right was bent at a 45 degree angle, bottom of his foot facing Chii. Once she toppled over him, Tiduseya planned on launching her into the sky.

He'd expected this to happen, two opponents continued to fight with one another and the other nowhere to be seen, obviously going for him. Deciding he'd take some kind of action, he did as the lady did and scaled the wall next to him, leading to the audience. From here, he could see everything, his two other opponents battling, the hole that was made in the wall earlier, almost everything. Except his opponent. Where was that sword wielding opponent? Not all of the sand had cleared up yet, so he used thi time to take a small potion from his pocket and drank it. Now I'll be able to use lots of magic.. He thought to himself, waiting for his opponent to turn up.

"That's what they all say," she gave him a feline grin while finishing her momentum. Shaking her head a bit to loosen up her snowy hair, combing her fingers through it to test if any sand was trapped within. She had never liked a sandy arena, and this one was not thick enough to cushion any blows.

Collecting herself, her old acquaintance was on the move again. That boy, he could never sit still. Always rushing, always in a hurry... he should really learn to stop and enjoy the few things in life. But, he was young, and it was understandable. A smile grew on her face as she watched him dropped to the ground, leaping and retracting her legs up. As he traveled just below her, his plan of launching her up in the air was obvious like the sun in the sky. With gravity grasping on her again, she used his motion and allowed her small frame to be tossed up high into the air. In the air, she tossed her head back, whipping her white hair out of her face, preparing for any aerial assaults.

Ronen swung his sword forward, but his opponent had escaped. The sand flying through the air blacked his view of the surrounding area. "Hmm... You really enjoy messing with people's senses, huh?" He said quietly, "Now, where could you have gone?" He had to focus on where his opponent may be before trying to escape the storm. If his opponent found him first, he could be critically injured or dead.

Ronen reach into the pack at his waste and pulled out a small bottle containing a bright red liquid that seemed to glow. "That merchant better not have lieing about this..." Carefully putting his sword to the ground, Ronen removed the cap from the bottle and, after mild hesitation, drank the contents.

"Gah! What is this?!" Ronen fell to his hands and knees as a fiery pain shot throughout his body. Unsure of what was happening, he quickly read over the label on the bottle.







Struggling against the "side effect" of the potion he had consumed, Ronen picked his sword up from the ground and forced himself to his feet. "I really need to start reading the small text..." Resting the sword back on his shoulder, he felt a change in him. He began to hear the sounds of the other combatants far behind him. The sound of chains dragging and metal fragments hitting the ground. They were even speaking to each other. He knew where they were, but not his opponent. Though the pain was still there, he could only wonder if his opponent was having difficulty finding him as well.

Tiduseya thrust his leg up, propelling Chii into the beautiful, open sky. Contrary to the chaotic battling below, the blue horizon above was full of peaceful clouds, drifting along. Everything seemed to slow down for the crimson-clad Warrior. His eyes held a new level of determination inside of them, not seen for many years. This next technique would be one of his three S-Class moves. He had not practiced in months but the maneuver still burned fresh in his mind.

"One scratch...that's all I need..."

A slow crouch began it all, a rough grunt escaped Tiduseya's lips when he pushed himself off the ground. Like an Eagle, he soared into the same sky he so loved, the wind rushing past him as he gained altitude. Two Red figures could faintly be seen by the audience, their vision impared by the shining sun. As he was brought to Chii, he approached with a rocket-like knee. The timing between her reaching equilibriam with gravity and his upward force, the moment she reaches weightlessness, his attack should connect. The Faux Heaven, as it was called, was not a single blow though. It used the Knees momentum to flip the User's position, and continue with a string of Punches and Kicks. Ending it with a heel drop that would crush the enemy into the Earth below.

Being able to see almost everything due to the boost of his altitude, Kevin quickly found his target without a problem. He's too far... He thought to himself, wanting to get closer but not wanting to take the risk at the same time. The grin of his mouth faded quickly and he stared blankly around the battlefield. I could always jump over there and ambush him. Thought Kevin, being great at ambushes or anything of the like. I could also wait 'till he notices me and confronts me... A great war of thoughts going on in his head, he closed his eyes for a moment. Deciding against his ambush idea, he stood up and balanced on the wall on which he was previously sitting. In a quick moment, he'd ran along the wall, getting closer to Ronen but not close enough for him to noticed. His grin of satisfaction returned as he grabbed a dagger slowly from his belt. Narrowing his eyes, he watched carefully as his opponent drank some kind of... Potion, as Kevin had done before. Suddenly, his opponent looked more alert of his surroundings, and Kevin assumed the Potion had acted as some kind of stimulant. Waiting for the perfect moment to throw his dagger, he watched Ronen for a while more, waiting for him to do something.